Psy Monologue from Psyche

From Psyche by Molière

female · anguished · 1:06 min

Dear sister, lend a readier ear to nature's voice, which summons you to stand by the king. You love me too much, and duty murmurs; you know its unavoidable laws. A father ought to be dearer to you than myself; become both the mainstays of his old age. A thousand kings, a thousand rival kings, cherish love for you; you both owe your father a son-in-law and grandchildren. A thousand kings vie with each other to whisper their vows to you. Me alone the oracle demands, and alone, too, I will die, if I can, without weakness, or, if not, at least without you as witnesses of that little which nature has left me. (AGL: Then by sharing your woe we annoy you!) No; but you add to my torture, and perhaps increase the wrath of heaven.

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